Wine of Babylon

In the eschatological epoch, where shadows dance and truth is rare, A cacophonous chorus, of deceitful whispers, fills the air. The wine of Babylon, a libation of lies, is poured with guile, A poisonous elixir, that intoxicates, and beguiles. The end time is nigh, the apocalypse unfolds, like a dark, foreboding shroud, The zeitgeist is replete, with an aura of malevolence, that seeks to confound. The devil's minions, a legion of liars, disseminate falsehoods, with alacrity, A maelstrom of mendacity, that threatens to engulf humanity. But amidst this dystopian landscape, where darkness reigns supreme, A beacon of hope, shines forth, like a radiant, shining theme. Yah, the Omnipotent, the Alpha and Omega, is our shield, our buckler, and our defense, A city of protection, where the righteous can find solace, and make amends. Yet, many people, inebriated by the wine of Babylon, stumble, and stagger, in ignorance, Unaware of the impending doom, that awaits, like a specter, in the shadows. They flee from the truth, like a fugitive, from justice, and hide in the shadows, Afraid to confront, the reality, of their own depravity. But now, is the time, for repentance, for turning back, to the path, of righteousness.